Grappling with Life, and Sadness

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The high school is small, the student body in shock, trying to grasp the death of a friend, their contemporary. I tried to grasp the cruel hand his parents have been dealt. But some things just are not possible to grasp. I looked into the eyes of the teachers and principal and saw the grief. We shared the understanding; no words needed to be spoken...

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I’m Worrying about Worry

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When does a mother (or father) stop worrying about their children? It’s a trick question. The answer is never. We never stop. It’s written in the job description (in invisible ink), and something a parent doesn’t get the full effect of until holding the newborn in their arms for the first time, looking into their eyes and thinking: I am going to love you for the rest of my life. And I will worry about you. My grandmother in her nineties worried about my mother. My mother worries about me. My mother-in-law worries about Steve (and me because that’s how she is)...

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Transition's Eve, or, Sappy Me...

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Today, on the eve of what is another transition for our boy -- who now stands taller than I and whose feet are two and a half sizes larger than Husband's..? ..! -- I wax philosophical once more.

Here are some random thoughts from a mother whose son is about to be promoted from the eighth grade. I will try not to be too sappy, but no guarantees there...

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The Last Day and the Fake Moustaches


Husband and I have our own coping method which involves going to the very farthest booth away from the action and trying to stay above the fray...

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Bragging: Updated


It's so obnoxious when parents go on and on about their child's latest accomplishments.  No one wants to hear it, with the exception of close friends and relatives (well, really not even they, Husband reminds me).

You may know that this has been Charlie's first year at the impossible-to-get-into charter "academy" and we were crossing our fingers that the year would go well for him; the anxiety we went through at the beginning of the year and just before, the uncertainty about pulling him away from his old friends and his comfort zone... Read More...

No Reading Aloud, Mr. Troublemaker


Husband visited with Mr. Troublemaker and asked him how things were going this year. What he found was a teacher on the verge of losing his spark; the thing that keeps teaching exciting for him. Earlier in the school year he was caught reading "The Phantom Tollbooth" out loud to his classroom and received a written reprimand and the threat of a suspension without pay if he ever does it again... Read More...

Just Can't Help Myself

I was going to write about Charlie's quarterly parent-teacher conference but decided not to go there. Suffice it to say (just can't help myself), Charlie's home room teacher wasn't happy... Read More...

Ch-Ch-Changes (updated)

I feel like such a heel. His friends will all be starting school (right at the end of our street) next week, without him. Today he's blazing a new trail on his own... Read More...

The Last Field Trip (Sigh)



Yesterday, I accompanied Charlie's class on his last elementary school field trip. Their personalities are emerging. The difference from last year's group: The first bathroom stop was not to use the facilities but to check their hair. The transformation begins... Read More...

If I Knew Then What I Know Now; My Sister-in-Law

When Husband and I were prepping for Charlie to start school, we didn't think the school itself mattered as much as the parent-child involvement. While the aforementioned is certainly key, the other night, I felt a twinge of regret as I watched my sister-in-law doing some last-minute sewing. She was making a tiger for her classroom production... Read More...

Prospect of middle school.

I'm constantly freaking out over the prospect of middle school and am (probably) driving Husband, family members and patient neighbors a little crazy with my angst... Read More...